It all happened so fast. One day me and my friend John were skateboarding. I heard him scream "DAN, LOOK OUT" and the next thing I knew  people are screaming for an ambulance. From what I heard I had been hit by a bus, and my friend didn't seem to be alive. I layed there in pain, wondering if I was going to die, when suddenly a bright light appeared. After that I woke up.

 What I woke up to wasn't a hospital. It wasn't heaven. And it certainly wasn't hell. It was the street me and my friend had been skateboarding on previously. But it was empty. No cars, no people, nothing. I wondered around the city for hours, wondering what was going on. If this was all a sick joke I was not amused.

 After several desperate hours the sun began to set, and the realization of what was going on sank in. I was all alone. Where did everyone go? Was I dead? So many questions, and no answers. I walked back to my home and slept. I had nothing else to do. I wondered throughout the night if I would ever see anyone again. If I would ever see my family? Mom....Dad... Steph, my little angel. At 17 she would never see her big brother again.

 The next day I woke up, and got some food from the cupboard. I searched the house, to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but no one was there. I grabbed a pack and walked to the store. I needed to stock up on supplies, I mean, who knows how long this is going to go on. Maybe I'm not the only one left? I took everything I could. Books, food, clothes. Everything I thought necessary.

 For the next few months I spent my time reading. I would read through all the books I could find. I noticed something curious though. If I picked up a book I had never read before, it would be filled with blank pages. Strange. Food would always be restocked on the shelves of the store, and it would never run out. This world I was in was getting weirder and weirder every day. I would listen to the radio and television to keep myself sane. After 11 months of isolation my mind was beginning to break down.

 I finally had enough. I walked to the lake, carrying nothing but a cement block and a rope. I was going to end this nightmare. There was obviously no one coming to rescue me. Everyone was dead. I tied the rope around my ankles and to the cinder block.

"Here goes nothing," I said as I threw the block deep into the lake.
 
 I sank, deeper and deeper, and as I reached the bottom I realized something was wrong. I could breath. I could breath air, underwater. After a minute I untied the rope and drifted to the top. Crawling out of the water I punched a tree, kicking and screaming I wondered why I couldn't end it all. This MUST be hell. Eternal loneliness, and after only 11 months its already gotten to my head.

 I returned home, angry and confused. What did I do to deserve this punishment? I contemplated all the wrong things I had ever done. I thought of all the people I had ignored. All the "losers" I had made fun of in high-school. The more I thought about all those poor kids, the more I thought 'I deserve this'. I took for granted all those wonderful people in my life.

 After a month of sulking, I awoke to a major change. Outside of my house was a moving truck. I circled around it, almost too afraid to look inside. After a half hour of staring at this amusing new development I opened it. The inside of the truck was larger than the outside. It was filled with books, movies, clothes, and all sorts of random things. I scanned over the books. I found all sorts of things I had never seen before. One book stood out, Robin Hood, my sisters favorite. I had never read it, and as I thought of my sister I opened it. All the pages were filled. I had never in my life read it before, but all the pages were there.

 I looked through everything in the truck and decided to leave it all as it was. As I closed the door to the truck I noticed something stranger then the contents. All over the outside of the truck were these words, WAKE UP. I walked back to the house and saw the words, I'M COMING, burned into the lawn. This was getting stranger by the minute.

 I ran to the door, but was stopped at the sound of a card in bicycle spokes. I wirled around to see Timmy, the newspaper delivery boy speeding towards my house. With little effort, he threw a paper at me, and sped away. I ran after him but couldn't get him to stop. I ran back to see what was in the paper and my jaw dropped. The main article was about a boy who died after a bus accident. His friend was in intensive care. Which was I? Most of the paper was gibberish, but bits and peaces made sense. There was an article about scientist making a machine to connect to peoples brain waves together, some comics, a few adverts, and finally in the way back an article mourning the loss of the Belmonts daughter. Stephanie Belmont.

 None of the article made sense. It was written as if it was her in the accident. SHE was the one who was hit, not me. It mentioned her funeral, and where she was buried at. My mind must have been playing tricks on me. After a year, my mind had collapsed. I dropped the paper and fell to my knees crying. This wasn't fair! I die, AND my sister is killed.

 I stood to go into the house and saw a shovel, planted in the ground, blocking my path. My mind went to the paper, and the burial lot. I grabbed the shovel and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. After a year of being trapped here I realized I couldn't die, so I ran without regard to my lungs or anything else. Sweat pored off of my body as I ran. I finally made it to the graveyard, and I raced to her plot. I dug as fast as I could, my hands bleeding from such a tight grip on the shovel.  hours passed by and I finally reached the casket. I opened it to find my sister sleeping.

 Her eyes opened with a start and she hugged me tightly. "Oh brother its really you! Is it you?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked her. I had so many questions. Was this my mind? Was this real? How did she get here? Is there a way to escape?

"Let me explain everything, but get me out of this dirt hole first" she said reaching out for my hand.

 I picked her up and began to walk towards the house. She explained everything on the way there. The bus had hit Tim head on, killing him instantly. It slowed down enough to just give me a bad hit on the head. They rushed me to the hospital, but I was in a coma. The doctors didn't know how long I would be in the coma for, but they heard of this new machine that could sync peoples brainwaves, allowing them to enter each others dreams. They hooked her up to the machine and here she was.

 I listened to all that, not knowing if I should believer her or not. "So this is all a dream?"

"Yes, none of this is real, but it does look fairly realistic" she said, looking around at the world around her.

"You haven't really changed much in a year," I laughed at her. She was always a slow developer physically. She was 5-3 and 109 pounds. She had pale skin, which was smooth and blemish free. Her eyes were a glowing green, the type that oozed charisma. Her brown hair went a little past her shoulders, to the small of her back. her ass was kind of flat, but still cute. Her tits were of an average size, not huge, but not tiny. After a year of being alone I wasn't suprized that I noticed all of this. I drank her in with my eyes. But it was still wrong, she was my sister.

 "What are you talking about? Its only been 3 days. The doctors said the time might be messed up, but they thought it would be the opposite. They thought you would feel like no time had passed."

"So this whole time I've only been in the hospital for 3 days?" I was shocked. All this time in my head, and it's been only 3 days. I tried to take it all in when we reached the house.

 The truck had disappeared, and all its contents had been moved into the house. "Wow, this place sure is different" she exclaimed. The house was littered with books. I had nothing to do but read, so I read everything I could get my hands on.

 "Yah, haha I like to read, what can I say?" I watched her as she slowly walked around the house, looking everything over. She went up to her room to find all of her stuff in order. She ran back down and said, "okay, now lets try to get you out of here."

 "How are we supposed to do that?" I asked. I didn't know, and by the look on her face neither did she.

 "The doctor said that seeing someone familiar should be enough to trigger you into waking up." she said, trying to calm herself.

"Well its not working. And I'm not so sure this is all a coma dream anyways.

It seems pretty real to me." I looked over the house and back to her. There was a look of horror in her eyes. The gravity of her surroundings were sinking in. This sick alternate universe made her faint.

 "Are you all right?" I asked.

 "yah, I just need some water" I fetched her a glass and she gulped it down. She didn't feel like talking much. I gave her a few days to compose herself, but she still couldn't speak.

"Listen, I know this sucks, but I'm your big brother. However long we're stuck here we can make it.  We just need to stick together." She collapsed on my shoulder and began to cry. She talked about me being stuck here for a year, and her being stuck here too. I cried with her, and the sky outside began to pour as well.

After a few months of teaching her about the world around us, she started to accept her surroundings. Our friendship grew stronger, the longer we were together. One day I stopped her and confessed what I had been thinking for so long.

 "Listen, we need to talk. We've been in here for a few months now and I feel like I need to get a few things off my chest." She stared at me intently as I went on, "I've had feelings for you for a long time now Steph. I missed you the most, A whole lonely year went by and you were the one I thought of every, single, lonely night." I pulled her in and kissed her on the lips, "I love you Steph"

 She stood up and ran out of the house. She was afraid. I tried to stop her but she was gone. A few weeks later and she showed up again. "We need to talk about what happened" were her only words.

 "Listen, I have feelings for you too okay? But we're brother and sister. It's incest, it's wrong. That's what I was thinking when I ran out on you. But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted you. If I'm going to be here with you for the rest of my life I want to be happy. I want to have you!"

 She launched at me, pinning me to the ground and kissing me as hard as she could. Her lips were all over me. Sucking on my neck, and tongue. The kissed me with a youthful passion, the likes of which I had never seen before. I kissed her back, with equal passion. I had wanted this before this nightmare, but after a year of loneliness I wanted it even more.

 She tore my shirt off and began kissing my chest. She sucked everywhere her mouth landed, leaving hickeys up and down my chest and stomach. I pulled her back to my lips and kissed her again. Flipping her on her back I began to remover her blouse. I kissed her in the same way she had kissed me. All over our bodies were wet red marks of love.

 I went down to the zipper on her pants and undid it with my teeth. We took each others pants off and resumed our kiss fest. Even with almost all of our clothes off things began to heat up. She stood up, grabbing my hand, and ran me to her bed. We jumped onto the bed and I pushed her onto her back I kissed down her neck and said, "Its now or never, little sis"

 She flashed a sweet smile at me and arched her back for me to remove her bra. Her beautiful chest was now in full display. I kissed her chest, taking her nipples in my mouth. I lapped at them with my tongue as she began to gasp. She took a handful of my hair in her hand and pulled me back up to her face. "My turn!"

 She pushed me onto my back and stood up, sitting on my lap and enjoying the view of her older brother. She put her thumbs into her panties and bushed. I took her little hands into mine and helped her pull them down. She turned her head the the side and blushed, bright red.

 With her panties on the ground, I was the only one with clothes on. She resumed her position on top of me and began to kiss my neck, slowly making her way to my boxers. Taking them in her teeth she slowly removed them, revealing my hard, 6 inch cock.

 She took it in her hands and pumped it a few times, teasing the head with her tongue. She put the tip in her mouth, sucking it gently. Slowly she slid it into her mouth, wetting it as much as possible. After a short time she stopped and positioned it to the crack at the parting of her legs. She looked me in the eyes, and I nodded my approval. She slowly slid it into her hot cunt. The deeper I went in the more she moaned. She closed her eyes as her Hyman burst.

 I began to slide my cock in and out of her as she began to moan. We started to work up a rhythm. My cock slowly sliding in her as her body gently rubbed against mine. She moaned loudly and started breathing faster and faster. She climaxed just as I came to a full, mind blowing orgasm. We sank down on the bed, as I held her in my arms.

 "That was incredible" she said, looking me in the eyes in her soul piercing way.

 "I love you, Steph. There's nothing more I can say but I love you.

 We slept in each others arms that night, waking up the next morning to our regular routine. I kissed her every chance I had. We would stop what we were doing to have sex as often as we pleased. It was just me and her, and I was okay with that.
 
 "I have something special planned for you tonight, Steph." I said, bringing her in for a kiss.

 "And what would that be big bro?" She asked, smiling deeply at me.

 "Well its nearing our 5 year anniversary and I wanted to do something special for you." I had secretly cleared a little area on the top of a small mountain, overlooking the entire town. For months I weeded and cleared the area for her.

 "Its hard to believe its been five years already" she kissed me five times on the lips, each time ending the kiss my looking deeply into my eyes and saying, "I love you"

 We walked to the top of the mountain a little before sunset. She looked out across the view of the entire valley below and gasped at its beauty. The sun burned a brilliant orange over the the town, slowly setting. I turned to her and held her tight. Kissing her on the lips I said, "happy anniversary."

 We quickly tossed our clothes to the side as things began to heat up. We slowly made love as the sun set. The beauty of that scene would be burned in my mind forever. We held close to one another as we climaxed. Our passion completing the serene sight below.

 We laid there, watching the sun set over our naked bodies. We felt complete, there in that moment. Darkness fell, and the stars came out. Now was time for the big show. The big gift. "Watch this," I said. I stood up Kissed her deeply on the lips, and after we had finished I told her, "look up" and we saw it.

 The night lit up. Hundreds of thousands of stars lit up the night sky. I held her in my arms as we watched the beauty of...